It’s not the same without the struggle
There is no sun, without its shadow
But what’s the point of all the trouble
In sifting joy from rock and rubble?

If youth grows old and crotchety
Cuz caring carries casualties
Why bother living magically
When all love ends in tragedy?

Meet someone, befriend, invite them
But eventually, you’re going to fight them
What holds us all together, tightens
Then holds us down from ever flyin.

But one fact lies above the crushing
Weight of life that’s always pushing
Upwards to the heights, then touching
Briefly, before downwards tumbling.

Our best is not found at the summit
But rather in the pursuit of it
For while you dream of what’s above it
The climb is what your heart should covet!

The climb at times may shake or shove you
The climb inspires the brave to love you
And while the climb takes something from you
The climb is all the best parts of you.

And here’s the crux of the whole puzzle
It’s more a game of grit than muscle
All you can really do… is chuckle
It’s not the same without the struggle.